My Sister Broke My 9-Year-Old Daughter’s Leg With a Steel Skewer—Then My Parents Offered to Pay the Hospital Bill If I Changed My Story
A tracker.
Its serial number could be traced.
The officer bagged it.
Lily watched from the kitchen.
“Why was that in my doll?”
I looked at her.
“I don’t know yet.”
Truth.
PART 29 — BRENDA’S EXPLANATION
Through her attorney, Brenda said the tracker had been placed in the doll:
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